Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 295 Ava: His Touch

Lucas pulls his hand from between my thighs, leaving me bereft and aching for more. I whimper at the loss of contact, my hips bucking forward in a desperate attempt to regain it. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"Patience, my little mate," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I'll give you what you need."

Before I can respond, he's kneeling before me, yanking my pants down until they puddle at my feet. Exposed. Vulnerable.

But when Lucas looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire and hunger, I feel powerful.

A kiss to the inside of my thigh. Lips, hot and soft. I gasp at the contact, my fingers tightening in his hair.

A trail of kisses. Waves of pleasure. And desire that grabs my thoughts and twists them into a delicious tangle.

When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his breath tickling my skin. "You're so beautiful, Ava," he says, his voice filled with awe. "I could spend hours worshipping your body."

I whimper at his words, my hips bucking forward involuntarily. He chuckles again, and the vibrations of the sound go straight through me. Without warning, he's pressing his mouth there, his tongue darting out to taste me.

The sensation has me crying out, back arching, legs shaking as I shove hard against the wall at my back, trying to stay upright. He sucks and bites at my sensitive flesh, his tongue darting in and out in a rhythm that leaves me breathless.

The heat he brings is an inferno raging through my veins, so quick to bring me to the brink.

Every touch has our bond delighted, every groan as he tastes me sending pleasure on a direct circuit to my clit, and my entire body's gone boneless.

his hands slides up my belly, sending electricity through every inch, his fingers splaying as he holds me against the wall. The other grabs my thigh, sliding it

rumbles,

"I can't—"

Relax, little mate. I've got

foot, the other hanging over his shoulder, terrified I'm going to slip

getting closer and closer to the edge,

becoming more urgent as he sucks and bites at my clit,

"I can't—"

"You can."

fingers inside me, curling them and hitting that spot that brings me

licking and sucking at me, his fingers moving in and out in a

His name is barely more than a gasp. "I can't...

sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, you can, my little mate," he says, his voice filled with dark amusement.

I so desperately crave. I can barely stand, my calf muscles trembling

him continue his delectable torture, but his hold on my body keeps me upright, pinned against the wall with his

seeking to find that spot

little mate." His hot breath fans against my skin. "You've been so patient. I'll

my clit, circling it, teasing it, while his fingers thrust faster, harder, seeking to give

his tongue, each thrust of his fingers, the coil inside me tightens, the pressure building until I'm